Totoka River my cathedral is the badlands

lasher was quiet for a moment -- he would have proffered his aid, but the man's response had been vague. "moonspear," he murmured, recalling the scent that had overlaid both wildfire and amekaze. "a fair trek outland," he observed. "perhaps this person you seek left to follow the herds." a grouping of moose had moved toward the inner lands, but that had been further south than the land upon which the pair stood now.